“Tessa,” Tristyn said, his hand resting on her elbow. Her anxiety bled out of her, but her power bit back too. Tristyn yanked his hand back. “Should have seen that coming,” he muttered, shaking his hand out. “Those bands won’t contain you much longer.” “How do you know that?” she asked, all her previous suspicion coming back in full force. He bent to retrieve the mask she’d dropped at some point. Handing it back to her, he said, “Because chaos can’t be contained.”
